Luca’s POV
The school day begins the same as always, with the sound of lockers slamming and the muffled conversations of half-asleep students filling the halls.
I lean against my locker, my eyes scanning the crowd. That’s when I see her.
Abigail walks in, her movements slower than usual. She looks distracted.
Her gaze is unfocused, her lips pressed into a tight line. Even when someone accidentally bumps into her, she barely reacts, just keeps moving like she’s on autopilot.
Something’s wrong.
I grab my books and fall into step a few paces behind her, watching as she makes her way to her locker.
She fumbles with the lock, her fingers trembling slightly. I want to ask her what’s going on, but I hesitate.
She’s not the type to open up easily, and the last thing I want is to push h
